This might as well happen.

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He doesn’t know what the fuck he expected, but this most certainly wasn’t on the list. Retaliation had been inevitable; Flint had known that from the moment his anger snapped him into motion. A punch, or a shove, or a fucking slap, he might have expected. But Hal slamming him into the floor and keeping him there? 

He stares at him, wheezing a little. There’s a brief struggle as soon as he can breathe again, Flint’s hips lifting and twisting as he tries to wriggle out from under the bastard to no avail. He shoves uselessly at Hal’s knees, glaring silently up at him. The back of his neck is burning. Sitting on him like this is one thing- does he have to just look at him like that, too? Smug bastard.

“That you’re fucking heavy, for one thing.” That Hal could probably break Flint in half, for another, but Flint’s fairly certain that’s always been true, even before Hal became–whatever he is now. Flint narrows his eyes, waiting until he’s sure he’s fully composed himself before reaching to grapple with the bastard again, throwing his whole damn body into the effort of getting Gates off of him. He very likely looks like a fish struggling out of water, hair all over the place and body contorting, but that’s an indignity he’ll take any day over just lying there under him in defeat.

Hal huffed at that, “Now you’re just being rude,” The admonishment was lost a moment as Flint took this opportunity to flail at him – but seeing as there was nothing actually in reach to smash him with the man was all but sailing upstream without a wind. 

“You done?” He asked as he rode this out, only to have to lean back as Flint swiped at him like an angry cat. Well enough of that then. 

Grabbing the flailing arms, he brought them together and locked them in his grip so that all Flint could really do was buck and wriggle – which admittedly probably was not the best look. Heaving a sigh, he shifted, locking their position again and leaning down suddenly to press his forehead to Flint’s while still maintaining his grip – considering using the shadows to bind the man if he had to but hoping that the very unexpected headbump might knock the fight out of him more effectively.